Sometimes someone will walk into your life when you least expect it and you’ll consider yourself the luckiest person for standing in just the right place at the right time. This happened recently when I met the very adorable and incredibly sweet Brandy of Deliciously Alive who wrote to me a few weeks ago to tell me that my new series inspired her to write up a little something about how she met her hubby. I developed a bit of a girl crush on her because of her honesty and because I think we’re kindred spirits in many, many ways. She has this mind/body wellness thing going on for her and has had to suffer through a pretty traumatic experience to realize the man she loved was under her nose the whole time (swoon). Please go follow her right now. She’s also on Twitter: @tuesdayblu.
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In the summer of 2006 I met my future husband, Jerry, although I didn’t know it at the time.
We had mutual friends and I saw him frequently, always thinking “Wow, he deserves a nice girl.” That was usually the topic whenever Jerry came up, as he was one of the sweetest men who you could ever meet; a bachelor, held a stable job, was easy to be with, and had an aura of kindness.
In May of 2007 I moved an hour and a half from my family to start my career and to co-habitat with my boyfriend at the time. The relocation was far from my family and friends, but Jerry lived close.
I was alone most of the time, as my boyfriend worked opposite hours, and my friendship with Jerry grew. We would go to the movies, laugh, play video games, and just have a good time. It was just so easy to be around him.
I never thought of Jerry as anything more than a friend, then, my boyfriend and I broke up. A few weeks after the split, Jerry and I went to the movies as friends, all was normal. That following weekend he came over to watch a movie and suddenly, there was a spark.
I wanted to take things slow, and I was completely honest about my desire to have independence. Jerry respected my wishes, he never tried to rush or smother me. Then, after casually dating for a few months, I got sick.
I had been seeing a specialist to try and figure out what was going on with my digestive tract, as the symptoms had been increasing and a diagnosis had been elusive. My embarrassing symptoms did not faze Jerry. He would gladly stop by home between dinner and a movie so I could lay in the fetal position until my pain would subside. While driving, he would stop without question whenever I needed a restroom.
I don’t think either of us knew how bad off I really was until I started missing work and could not keep any food down. My parents came out and we all, including Jerry (it was an interesting way for him to meet my parents!) went to my primary care doctor who promptly sent me to the emergency room.
I was admitted to the hospital where I was treated for Toxic Megacolon (which I always thought would be a cool band name), nearly perforated intestines from the deepness of my ulcers, and ultimately diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease (a chronic inflammatory bowel disorder).
Jerry was there with me the whole time. He slept in the chair next to my hospital bed every night during my 5-day stay. I don’t know how I would have made it through that experience without him.
Needless to say, my desire to be independent went out the window after my health scare. I had come close to death, and I had no reason to “take it slow” any longer.
He was my support then, as he is my support now. He even committed to a new diet and lifestyle along with me as I learned how to live with Crohn’s.
This coming October will bring our first anniversary as husband and wife. Who would have guessed that I would be the “nice girl” who ended up with him.